Guilty Gear

It's like death but sweeter
It's freezing by the heater
It's narcissism, fanaticism,
And folly on a cake

It's like steel but tougher
I've got acid but no buffer
It's cynicism, pessimism,
And idiocy in a shake

It's like mucus but putrid
It's milk and booze diluted
It's nihilism, optimism,
And ignorance in a pie

It's like sugar but sour
It's drowning in the shower
It's like having happiness and sorrow
Impaled into your eyes
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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March 29, 2009 at 8:56 AM
Surely guilt is all of these things, Christopher. Your words are well chosen in this poem.
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